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Saturday, May 31, 2014

It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery ....

This photograph + this song = ...........

7 comments:

Anita said...: That is a beautiful song Fram!
Yes..those old tank ships!I remember well my father worked withthose supertankers..

It was a bvit lonely he alwa6s said--not much on the land..

howver you maybe have another meaning of the photo Fram?

Wish you a great weekend from ,The Sunny Westcoast of Norway; May 31, 2014 at 5:27 PM
Anita said...: i ment a bit lonely and always!wow my spelling is bad very bad..sorry!; May 31, 2014 at 5:28 PM
Kaya said...: A few words about your barn. I think I saw once a photo of your barn. This time a barn looks quiet big and very charming! And festive also.

A photo + a song + music + mood - nice harmony!; May 31, 2014 at 8:43 PM
Fram Actual said...: Yes, it is a beautiful song, Anita. Among the most beautiful, I think.

If the ship reminds you of your father and of his loneliness when he was at sea, that is what it means.

So, you have a beautiful song + a memory of your father. That is what the post is for you, and the two elements create a nice combination.

Thank you, as always, for coming to visit me here.; June 1, 2014 at 2:00 AM
Fram Actual said...: There have been a few photographs posted here of this barn, Kaya, and now it has two new coats of stain/paint to brighten its appearance. I like the barn best in the winter when the ground is snow-covered.

I only have a photograph and a song with this post because I have no words to offer, which is unusual for me. My mind has been blank, empty, drifting like a boat on an endless sea for nearly a complete day now. I cannot focus or think.

Thank you, for coming to visit me here. Your appearance is always a pleasant experience.; June 1, 2014 at 2:05 AM
Smareis said...: Fram essa é uma foto muito curiosa.
Essa música me faz lembrar de um filme que assisti bem curioso também.

Gostei da postagem!
Se cuida!; June 8, 2014 at 11:24 PM
Fram Actual said...: The photograph is of an ocean-going ship on Lake Superior, taken just east and a bit north from Duluth, Minnesota. I sometimes write about boarding a ship in the middle of North America, and not setting foot on land again until I am in Europe. This is how that could be done and how I will do it someday.

The song is from Ennio Morricone, and was part of the score written for the film, "Once Upon a Time in the West." I believe a woman performed this song with "wordless vocals" in the film. It is very dramatic, very haunting, I think.

I am pleased you like the post, Smareis. Thank you.; June 9, 2014 at 12:00 AM

The Actual Instant of Love, from Fram

I am a jealous guy, of the sort John Lennon sang about. Any man who says he is not a jealous guy either has no genuine depth of feelings for the woman he is saying it about or is a liar. I can remember very distinctly, for example, when my feelings for my wife vanished. It happened in an instant. When love vanished, so did jealousy.

Actual love happens in an instant, I believe, although it does not always seem to be that way. I am not talking about "love at first sight," but, rather, "love at first instant." This means two people might have known each other for weeks, even for years, before the "instant" occurs. It comes with a single sentence spoken by one, or a single action taken by one, that strikes the other like lightning.

Affection grows; love is born. Love also disappears in an instant, I believe, although it does not always seem to happen that way. Incidental to my point, I do not believe in "love at first sight." That is no more than simple, physical or emotional attraction, which is the cause of countless and never-ending problems.

Time retains ....

Time retains
its sacred right to meddle
in each earthly affair.
Still, time's unbounded power
that makes a mountain crumble,
moves seas, rotates a star,
won't be enough to tear
lovers apart: they are
too naked, too embraced,
too much like timid sparrows.

Old age is, in my book,
the price that felons pay,
so don't whine that it's steep:
you'll stay young if you're good.
Suffering doesn't insult the body.
Death? It comes in your sleep,
exactly as it should.

When it comes, you'll be dreaming
that you don't need to breathe;
that breathless silence is
the music of the dark
and it's part of the rhythm
to vanish like a spark.

Wislawa Szymborska
poet, essayist & translator
Nobel Prize for Poetry 1996
"Entropy"

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